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Wayne Dark Knight of Vanda

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 436
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 2:59 pm Post subject: |
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Martial Law 4-1 - In Soviet Russia...
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"Ah... Earth." said Culex, after Chris and Ralph had finished speaking. "That reminds me of when I challenged James Bond."
"Wait," interrupted Keitaro, still standing nearby. "James Bond... isn't real, right?"
"In your timeline, no." He didn't bother waiting for his Japanese friend to think that over. "It was not as interesting as you might expect. The man I challenged was more warrior than spy, with an array of weapons to make any marine envious. In the end, we clashed on an antenna cradle, and his scientific allies had come up with a sort of diamond-tipped shells that even I could not block. A mortal defeating me without magic or any sort of powers but those of another mortal's design... I was impressed. I gave him a Quartz Charm, although I doubt he would need it."
"Quartz Charm?" repeated Keitaro, carefully pronouncing the words.
"Yes. In fact, although I don't believe you need it either, I would like to give one to you, Keitaro. Your spirit is stronger than most, and I did award one to the 'other' you I met." The Vandan clenched his right hand, and Keitaro heard a sound like shattering glass... and then a perfect octohedron of quartz appeared in it, and he put the pendant-sized charm in the young man's hand.
Keitaro stared at it, amazed. "Wow, I... um, I mean, what do I do with it?"
The Vandan's eyes glowed lightly. "All you need to do is wear it, Keitaro. The magic does the rest. ...now, if you will excuse me... this is a world torn by conflict. I have challenges to seek out."
Keitaro shook his head. "Is it always about the challenge? Don't you ever... get tired of it?"
Culex gave a short laugh. "That would be akin to asking if Mitsune gets tired of drinking, or Maehara of cooking. The duel is all I know, it is what I've dedicated my life toward. I cannot pass it up by choice any more than you can avoid getting yourself into trouble by accident."
The young man laughed at that, but he nodded. "OK, Culex-san, I understand. Be careful, OK?"
The Vandan nodded. "I shall. Be cautious yourself, Keitaro... you are not made out of crystal." And with that the Dark Knight strode out of that corridor, looking for Chris; he bowed as he met the disheveled rebel leader.
"Can I help you?" Chris asked, looking over the much taller violet-skinned alien.
"Perhaps I could assist you. I seek to challenge this world's strongest knight. In the process of challenging these... 'Russians'... I could draw a great deal of attention from you and your allies, as I am nearly indestructible and, I might humbly add, extremely dangerous."
The human laughed. "Well, I'm not about to turn anybody down. OK... any help you can give would be really appreciated."
Culex nodded. "Very well. One request, then... I wish to draw an inordinate amount of attention to myself from your enemies. How might I do that?"
Chris's eyes almost glittered. "Have you ever seen an American flag before?"
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<"Captain... you've got to see this."> A gruff Russian soldier yelled to his superior officer, waving around his binoculars. <"There's a guy walking down the street wearing the Stars and Stripes pattern on his suit!">
<"What?!"> The commander yelled, grabbing for the binoculars. <"Nobody could be that....">
<"Orders, Sir?">
The guard tower's security camera seemed to zoom in on the angry Soviet. <"Begin Operation Kill the D--- Yankee. Contact all nearby units.">
<"Yes, Sir!">
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Culex looked down at his sleeves. He enjoyed the stripes, actually; and the pattern of stars on blue on his back made him feel somewhat patriotic, akin to the zeal of the Vandan Knights and the purple they always wore for their Orders.
There was a loud bang of a high-caliber gunshot and Culex raised his hand. One 30.06 sniper shell richocheted off a crystal hand with a dull ping, and then, to use the term Culex had heard once before in a book, Hell broke out in the Kitchen.
The Vandan sprinted forward, dodging barrages of machine-gun fire from a squadron of Soviets seeming to appear from an alley to his right. He jumped, his superior strength and speed carrying him far further than possible for any normal human, and his momentum carried him between the four support legs of a pre-fab guard tower. With a pair of swings from his crystal wrist-blades the tower leaned uneasily on its own weight, and after another swing from each hand clipped the remaining legs it fell. Culex kept going, animating his Earth Crystal behind him, which buried both tower and a handful of guards in a sudden avalanche.
A heavily armored Soviet shock trooper peered up from his bunker, alerted by the noise. His keen eyes focused on an approaching giant American, and he grinned. The Yankee was unarmed, and he had a -Heavy Machine Gun- nearby. With a click he engaged the auto-fire and aimed, lining up the violet-skinned alien. He fired.
Culex's eyes flared just as a stream of bullets smashed into him. Tough as he was, several dozen rounds of metal could bring down almost anything; and the Dark Knight was blown backward and off his feet, lying on the ground. The Soviet's machine gun abruptly stopped, and the street suddenly seemed much quieter.
A squad of six Soviet guards cautiously walked over to the Vandan, and one leaned down, carbon-steel combat knife at the ready. <"He's not breathing, Sir.">
<"He's not a normal man, either."> retorted their Sergeant, eyes narrowed. <"...put a mine on him, twenty seconds, and back away. We have to be sure.">
<"Sir, he just took like a hundred bullets from the HMG. He's got to have so much metal in his body he couldn't get up anyway.">
<"Who is the commander of this battalion?"> demanded the hulking Russian, and the protestor demurred with a grunt. <"That's what I thought. Mine, Corporal?">
The soldier wordlessly handed one to him, and as their leader put it on Culex's body and set the timer, as one the squadron rushed off, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the devastating explosion.
The mine ticked down. 20... 19... 18....
When it hit "5" Culex forced himself into action. Still moving stiffly from the unexpected pain, he gripped the mine in one hand, and threw the heavy metal weight toward the bunker. The Soviet inside yelled and ducked behind his bulletproof metal shield, and the shocked troopers on the side of the street stared at the projectile.
3... 2... 1....
With a deafening blast the High Explosive went off on top of the bunker, breaking apart the layers of concrete and steel like wood, shattering apart at the point of the blast and folding outward. The soldier who had planted the advanced mine sprang into action first, dropping to one knee and opening fire at Culex... but the AK's shells weren't the armor-piercing high-caliber rounds of the heavy machine gun and Culex blocked most of them with his hardened-crystal arm, wincing from the stinging pain; but little more.
He shot forward at the first Russian, slicing his assault rifle in half with his claws, then gripped him by the collar of his heavy winter uniform and hurled him bodily across the four lane street, and the Soviet smashed through a glass window across from it. The Vandan glared at the remaining guards.
All but one took his warning and ran, but for the last, duty overtook reason; and he lunged at the Dark Knight with his combat knife. He thrusted, missed; and in a textbook combat maneuver grabbed for Culex's sleeve, intending to hold him steady for the follow-up strike. To his surprise, he felt no fabric at all-- just a solid, smooth, gemlike texture-- and the swing missed. Culex struck with a blindingly quick jab to the soldier's gut, but it clipped his side as he tried to evade. The Russian was knocked off balance, but stepped back, regaining equilibrium, and slashed toward the Vandan's face. There was a screech of metal striking crystal, and in that confused moment the Dark Knight backhanded his enemy and sent the soldier flying; he hit the wall behind him and passed out.
Culex gave a short nod toward the soldier before he turned and walked toward the bunker. His enemy lacked power, but he fought on anyway, out of honor; refusing to run. The Vandan could respect that... even in one currently his enemy.
He reached the bunker, and ripped off the collapsed steel frame of the building nearly effortlessly, and reached down inside. The Russian had been shielded by both his personal barrier and the bunker itself, and had survived with moderate shrapnel wounds... he could live, if he was found in time. Culex briefly considered switching on the bunker's alert beacon, and then changed his mind. This enemy had pre-emptively attacked him for no greater offense than wearing the wrong colors, and had shot to kill. He was a soldier; soldiers abided by the consequences of their decisions.
Then Culex's eyes lit up. The Heavy Machine Gun was apparently undamaged... it had been knocked off its tripod, and one band of ammunition had been disconnected... but beyond that, it seemed serviceable. The Vandan almost grinned, and he lifted the massive assault weapon in one hand, taking out belts of caseless ammunition from the boxes nearby and looping them over his tall frame.
Magic and technology are generally at odds, Culex knew. The proponents of each side bickered constantly, and one always tried to outdo the other. A different thought was in Culex's mind, however. What of using... both?
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Heavy Machine Gun, yo. Bang Bang!
A-vote to Red (since I don't think I'll be able to describe that one, and we need to nail the people in the Negatives :/)
More A-votes coming, of course. People who private vote support terrorists.
R-vote to Darth Malak
R-vote to Master Chief
Use of Element Barrier (3 JP) (at least it's not Fog ) _________________
"I am matter... I am antimatter.... I can see your past... I can see your future.... I consume time... and I will consume you!" |
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 3:03 pm Post subject: |
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Chaining R-vote to Master Chief. Yeah.
*is here as well* _________________
. . . . . . . . . . . . Credo quia absurdum non credere. . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 171 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 3:19 pm Post subject: |
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Asuka found himself alone again. Shrugging, he walked away from the rebel base and onto the streets. Looking around, me mused to himself, "Soviet America, huh? It'd best I don't get involved."
As he walked around, he saw various things. Bonfires lit on the street, a tank being driven around followed by the sounds of "SIEG PUMPKIN," and literally hundreds of weapon caches just laying there on the street. "odd place."
Asuka's stroll came to an abrupt end when a woman's cry echoed through the area. Coming to his senses, Asuka looked forward to see one woman surrounded by ten or so men wielding threatning melee weapons (Board with a nail, a club, a taser, Mokona, etc.). A bit further away was a crowd of men, afraid of the group. Asuka rushed over to them, yelling, "Aren't you going to help!? She's in obvious danger, we need to go to her aid!"
One of the men simply shook his head and turned to Asuka, "This is how it always is. If we try to help her, they'll only imprison, or worse yet kill, us all."
Asuka fumed. Turning away in anger, he ran to the group of men, manifesting his alter. "Please stop! I don't want to have to hurt you!"
The group of men looked up and turned to Asuka, "Hmph. Looks like we've got ourselves an american spy here! KILL'EM!"
Five of the men rushed at Asuka, who were abruptly stopped by an orb going into each head, causing them to drop to the ground immediatly. "W-wha is this guy!? Some sort of freak!?" The rest ran away into a nearby allyway.
Now safe, the woman looked up at Asuka, "Thank you."
Asuka looked down, then stopped. Cammy!? "Cammy! You're alive!"
The woman looked mystified, "I'm sorry. You must have me mistaken for someone else. My name is-" her voice came to a halt as a gunshot echoed throughout the streets, a bullet piercing her head. One of the men that looked away laughed, then ran back into the alleyway.
"Cammy? CAMMY!" Asuka knelt down, sobbing, shaking her lifeless body. "Don't die... not again!"
From behind, another one of the men walked stealthily behind Asuka, wielding a pistol. Asuka looked up, but it was too late. I'll be seeing you soon...
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Out of nowhere, the Warthog sped through the streets, running over the man with the pistol. Pivoting around, the car stopped besides Asuka. "You ok?" asked a racoon manning the large turret on the back of the car.
"Yeah..."
The driver looked to him, "You're one of the contestants, aren't you?"
Asuka nodded, tears still flowing down his face.
"Come on then. A party's about to get started in their command center, we could use the help."
Asuka looked up, a look of anger on his face, "Let's go." Sitting in the passenger seat, Asuka kept his Eternity Eight manifested for any more dangers around the area.
My life just seems to be about revenge. First Kazuma, then HOLY, and now this.
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R-votes to Master Chief (chained) and Sly. _________________

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Moogle Chased by destiny

Joined: 28 Dec 2003 Posts: 138 Location: Maryland, USA
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 3:29 pm Post subject: |
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R-Vote to Culex
Using JP Glass Shield -9 JP
Using WP Rising Nova -15 WP
Minigame: Ransack!
Keitaro picks number eleven (11) (because 11 is my lucky number)
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Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
5/5 A-Votes
4/5 R-Votes
17/32 WP
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 3:47 pm Post subject: |
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I don't have enough WP to repay this kindness. ;_;
However, I will unleash as many A-Votes and WP abilities as necassary as retaliation toward any A-Votes against either The Peeps ( anyone Master Chief designates as an ally, including Cyan, Red, or Sly) or anyone who has R-Voted me, including Culex, the Shiz, or Asuka. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
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BlackMage Creepy

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 768 Location: Around the other hemisphere.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 3:52 pm Post subject: FYI |
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I'll be here, but later. I have a three hour exam to attend soon. @_@
Just telling y'all that I'm not a no-show. _________________
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 3:58 pm Post subject: |
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Grail on Asuka. _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..." |
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 171 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:00 pm Post subject: |
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Soul Crystal on Cyan, using one of my A-votes on him for healing. _________________
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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:02 pm Post subject: |
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R-Vote to Shizumaru. |
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:02 pm Post subject: |
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Starlight Heal on Shizumaru (Chained with the previous healing ability). _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..." |
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 171 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:02 pm Post subject: |
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R-voting Shizumaru, doubling it with a Lucky Coin. Chained.
Starlight Heal on Cyan, starting a new chain. _________________

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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:03 pm Post subject: |
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Starlight Heal to Cyan (chained). _________________
. . . . . . . . . . . . Credo quia absurdum non credere. . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Kyo Little Faith

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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:03 pm Post subject: |
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Starlight Heal to Cyan(chained)
R-Vote to Asuka. |
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:04 pm Post subject: |
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Chained R-Vote to Asuka _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..." |
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:04 pm Post subject: |
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Chaining Blue Water onto Asuka.
R-vote to Akira. _________________
. . . . . . . . . . . . Credo quia absurdum non credere. . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Seril Eternity Eight

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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:04 pm Post subject: |
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Starlight Heal on Akira. (Chained) _________________

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Magus Mr. Thou

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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:04 pm Post subject: |
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Blue water on Akira (chained) _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..." |
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:28 pm Post subject: 4-3 |
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Sly, Asuka, and the Chief blasted down the streets, the motor roaring as they picked up speed.
"Wait a second..." said Asuka. "When the heck did you turn into a heavy-weapons arsenalist?" a confused Asuka asked Sly. "I thought you were a thief or something."
Sly shrugged. "Hey, I've got to do something as my day job." He turned the gun forward and blasted at a mine on the ground just in front of them, causing it to explode harmlessly shortly before the Warthog drove over its position.
There were shouts, and the sound of a helicopter's blades whirling in the distance.
"Dammit." The Chief gunned the engine into high gear and took off racing down the street, dodging stray piles of rubble and broken glass. Their position had clearly been spotted, though, and from around a side-street behind them a dark-green helicopter with the hammer-and-sickle symbol painted on both sides appeared and began making a beeline for their position.
Master Chief handed his rocket launcher off to Asuka. "Hurry up and blast it!"
But the young man just pushed the weapon back towards the Chief. "Keep it." Spinning around with an intense expression on his face, he stood up and outstretched an unadorned left arm in the direction of the helicopter.
The helicopter's rotary guns roared into action, and a deafening cry shook the streets as a stream of metal poured forth, narrowly grazing over the top of the vehicle. Sly Cooper followed suit, swinging the turret around to fire back, but although sparks flew off the metal hull of the helicopter its pursuit continued unabated.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!", the Chief demanded over the combined cacophony of the engine and both sources of gunfire as he barely dodged crashing into the blackened hulk of an abandoned car. But from his perspective, Sly could see exactly what the young man was doing - a bow of pure energy seemed to materialize out of Asuka's wrist, and a flurry of small spheres, glowing with a blinding bright white light, erupted in the direction of the helicopter, piercing its hull and sending it plummeting to the ground with a fiery crash. (Right, unfortunately, on top, of a blonde-haired boy, who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.)
Sly blinked his eyes as he looked at the smoke erupting from the ruined helicopter. "Remind me not to mess with you..."
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A-vote to Jason.
R-vote to Asuka.
Pass the Light Vulcan to Asuka (As per equipment rules. This will be explained when Sly gets off the Warthog in the next post.)
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A-votes: 4/5
R-votes: 3/5
WP: 24/24
JP: 24/24
Cat Socks
Sonic Cannon
Rock
Cure _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blackness 3-1 3-2 3-3 3-4 3-5 3-6 3-7
Chapter 4: The Red Menace 4-1 4-2 4-3 4-4 4-5 4-6 4-7
Chapter 5: Trouble in Paradise 5-1 5-2 5-3 5-4 5-5 5-6 5-7 5-8 5-9 5-10
Chapter 6: The Jack of Diamonds 6-1 6-2 6-3 6-4 6-5 6-6 6-7
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FnordFromAbove Isn't she cute?

Joined: 14 Apr 2004 Posts: 84 Location: Passing you...on the right
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 4:36 pm Post subject: Re: 4-3 |
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Procyon wrote: | (As per equipment rules. This will be explained when Sly gets off the Warthog in the next post.) |
Yes, get out of the gunner's seat. That spot belongs by right to Paratroopa. Dibs on it as soon as it becomes vacant again. _________________
Whee!!!
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Moogle Chased by destiny

Joined: 28 Dec 2003 Posts: 138 Location: Maryland, USA
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 5:47 pm Post subject: |
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"Well, this should be interesting," Keitaro said as the briefing concluded, demonstrating at once his enthusiasm for the tournament, his tendency to view the glass as half full, and his unparalleled grasp on patently obvious parts of reality.
"Myuh," Tama-chan agreed.
History was actually one of his stronger subjects, especially since he started being tutored by Naru, but he did not recall any part of history that would have had the potential for the Soviet Union to attack and the invade the United States of America. So, it seemed he was in yet another alternate universe. That figured. And still with no idea what he was doing there, or the agenda of this Ralph character...
The lack of information was something of an annoyance, although only slightly. Up until then, there had been other things to worry about, after all. Chiefly, staying alive when there were giant turtle monsters, death personified (and also mounted on horseback,) warring ninja clans, and now, added to all that, a tyrannical Soviet army that occupied the world's most well-known city, in a country that Keitaro really didn't care much about one way or the other.
And Keitaro was on the side of the guerrilla resistance fighters. He wasn't obligated to be, that was just the side they happened to drop in on. Not obliged contractually, anyway, but it certainly tugged at the heartstrings. Men and women so devoted to the defense of their country and way of life that they were willing to give their lives to oppose their occupiers at every turn.
In his world, the only American that he knew was Sara, who he didn't particularly like. These Americans, though, seemed like kindred spirits, somehow. Fierce defenders of what they believed in - freedom, liberty, justice. It was how Keitaro liked to think of himself. His strength might not be worth much, but when he really believed in something, he would always go all-out until he succeeded at it (usually with many failures along the way.)
A group of the freedom fighters were sitting near him, chatting excitedly about some upcoming mission. They were even younger than himself, probably high school kids, even. And yet here they were, in the resistance as sure as any of the adults were. With nothing else to be doing, he listened in on their conversation.
"...got all the C4 we need? We're only going to get one shot at this." That was the only one of the group of them who was standing, near a flag hanging from a wall. The young black man seemed to be the leader.
"We've got all that we've got, that'll just have to be enough," said another of them, a girl of Asian descent sitting next to the leader.
"Good," the leader said. "Now, Squints, what about our diversions?"
A pasty, skinny white boy looked up nervously and pushed his bulky glasses up the bridge of his nose with sweaty hands. "There are a number of... um... dumpsters, that will be exploding thanks to improvised devices, all across the island. To, um, draw off..." His voice cracked and shook as he spoke.
"To draw away some of the guards. Yeah. Maybe they'll think it's some big operation elsewhere. It worked for Ike, didn't it?"
The rest of the teenagers nodded, though most of them had no idea that Ike was Dwight D. Eisenhower, the Supreme Commander of all Allied Forces in the Europe theater during World War II, mastermind of Operation Overlord, and one-time President of those very same United States that they fought to defend.
"Hey, who's this guy?"
Keitaro looked around for who the group leader was pointing to. At once, his heart both leapt into his throat and sank down to his knees as he realized that it was himself who had been noticed. "Uh, h-hello..."
"What's your story, pal? I don't see any colors."
"K-K-Keitaro Urashima," he stammered, only able to get out his name.
"Sounds like a Russkie name to me," the black boy sneered. "Maybe he's a spy."
Suddenly, there was a bunch of shifting and all of the teenagers had guns trained on him, leaving him with the distinct feeling that one wrong answer and he was going to be lit up like a Christmas tree.
"I'm Japanese!" he protested.
"A likely story. Well, he does have an accent... keep talking, buster."
And that's what Keitaro did, trying to briefly outline how exactly he'd come to be in this time and this place.
There were murmurs amongst the freedom fighters. Some seemed to think he was crazy, others still thought he was a spy. The rest, the leader included, weren't quite sure what to make of the situation.
"Who's our resistance leader?" the 'leader' of the kids asked Keitaro suddenly.
"Christopher Jones." Keitaro didn't even know how he remembered that.
"What day was the Declaration of Independence signed?"
"July 4th," Keitaro recited, remembering his education.
"Year?"
"...1776," the ronin replied after a moment's hesitation. I can't believe I know this stuff!
"Not bad, but any Russkie would know that..."
He almost sighed, but that would only make them more suspicious towards him.
"I've got one more. If you know this, I'll believe you, and you can even come along with us if you want. We could use another pair of hands."
The only reply Keitaro could muster was a gulp.
"Who wrote the Star-Spangled Banner?"
Time slowed down for Keitaro, slowed time in which two things began to happen. First, the opening strains of that same anthem began to play in his head. Second, he heard Naru's voice from the last time she was lecturing him about his history deficiencies.
...burned America's White House, and then sailed to the next major city, which they bombed all through the night. But the defenders still waved the flag in the morning. A captive on one of the British boats, Francis Scott Key...
That was it! "Francis Scott Key!"
Silence.
The ringleader of the teenagers nodded. "All right. I don't know how you knew that, Keitaro, but you know your stuff. I'm Tavon Hopewell, by the way. And we're going to be blowing up something big, so you're welcome to come along."
"I might be able to help," Keitaro offered, knowing it was madness even as he said it. "What is your target?"
"The George Washington Bridge."
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1 A-Vote to Jason Soe
1 A-Vote to Sora
(both doubled by Rising Nova)
1 R-Vote to Darth Malak
Keitaro and some random freedom fighters are going to desroy the George Washington Bridge. If you want in, track me down and we can put together a nice string of posts.
Stats:
Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
3/5 A-Votes
3/5 R-Votes
17/32 WP
11/20 JP
Items:
2 Cure
1 It's Happy Explosion Dynamite!
1 Magi-Water
Equipment:
Harmonium Earring (items immune to Sonic Cannon)
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 908 Location: Faerun
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Malak glared at the new arrival, the one wearing both helmet and leather. However, he could not focus his attention on the... 'Akira Kazama,' was it? Revan dashed towards him, shrugging off the Force powers flung against him with apparent ease.
With a single motion, Malak pulled out his lightsabre, and once again, Dark side and Light side crossed lightsabres, in a scenario that had been repeated throughout their galaxy.
Light and energy flew around the room, sparks flying from the furiously-clashing Jedi. After a few blows, both of them jumped backwards. Revan activated a string of Light side powers: increased speed, power, and resistance to the Force. Malak, on the other hand, made himself immune to Revan's direct influence, then raised his hand.
The Jedi knew what was going to happen. The other two, however, were not so prepared, so intent were they on their own battle. So, it was no surprise when Malak's Force Storm caught Akira and flung her backwards, Dark energy crackling around her. Revan was slightly better off, his resistance allowing him to evade most of the damage. The Hunter, though, was completely unharmed: Malak apparently considered him an ally that would not turn... or was no longer able to.
This new arrival, however, worried Malak. He should have had a vision of the currently-raging battle, or at least, a premonition of the Hunter's distraction. But... nothing. Nothing at all. Malak was caught against an opponent against which he had no prior experience, nor did he know anything about the fighter: except that even the Hunter was hard-pressed to break even. Even now, the drow had bruises where the newcomer had managed to sneak in a few blows past the whirling blades.
"Hunter!" Malak's harsh, metallic voice killed the fighting currently raging. "Attack Revan. This newcomer is mine." The skin around the Sith's eyes and upper jaw twitched, as though he was attempting to smile without the lower jaw to do so. "No matter how sensitive you may be to the Force, brute strength will not be able to defeat someone like myself."
Akira could only smile from behind her helmet. "Try me."
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R-votes to Akira, Shizumaru, Keitaro, Sly Cooper, and Culex |
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 6:01 pm Post subject: |
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Everyone loves the -Warthog-.
D +73 hours:13 minutes:02 seconds (SPARTAN 117 Mission Clock)/ New York, New York, Freedom Fighters universe (Note: Prior to the assignment of Asuka as passenger on Warthog LRV being used by Master Chief Petty Officer John 117 and Sly Cooper)
The Warthog smashed through a pair of burning cars down one snow-covered street, crushing the two Soviet soldiers crouching behind them. The Master Chief glanced in the Warthog's rear view mirror, spotting a Hind gunship in hot pursuit. He swerved to the side as the Sly opened fire with suprising accuracy, the bullets striking the helicopter but doin no apparent damage.
"Hacking into Soviet datanet," Cortana spoke in John's ear. "I wish I had a direct connection, but this will do for now. Let's call up a local map. Hmm. There we go!"
A map of this region of the city appeared on the helmet's HUD, complete with amrkers for current Soviet positions and notes on roadblocks. John spotted two markers indicating a pair of heavy Soviet tanks, and grimaced. He wished he had a passenger to reload the launcher for him; drivng and operating one of the heavy rocket launchers was difficult enough by itself. As it was, he only had one rocket in the launcer, and Sly was already busy keeping the Soviets at bay.
The rattling of the chaingun sounded over John's head as they approached an entrenched position, a pair of machinegun nests protected by concrete barriers. The machineguns opened fire, but their bullets merely bounced off the LRV's armor, the archiac weapons no more effective against the Warthog's armor than muskets would harm vehicles in this time frame. Sly's counter was far more effective as the Warthog closed, the heavy bullets tearing into one nest and reducing the soldier there to ribbons. John turned the Warthog toward the second nest, the LRV's huge tires bringing it up and over the concrete barrier. The man inside scrabled out of the way as the Warthog crushed his machinegun and drove on. The Soviet tried firing on the passing vehicle with his Kalishnikov, but Sly whipped his minigun around and dropped the man with sustained fire.
By this point, though, John had more difficult problems. the two tanks he had spotted earlier were just ahead, around the corner as the street turned right. And beyond them were another pair of tanks, on intersecting roads beyond the corner and rapidly approaching.
A motorcycle drove up alongside the Warthog as it bumped over another burning car, and the Russian driving it fired at John with a machine pistol. the Chief's shields flared, but the shield indictor dropped only by a hairsbreadth. John's response was far more effective, sideslipping the warthog into the motorcycle. The driver sideslipped away, evading the larger vehicle, but did not evade Sly's gunfire. The chaingun stitched the motorcycle and its rider with bullets, and the vehicle and the man tumbled to the street. If the driver wasn't killed by Sly's gunfire, the crash certianly finished him.
John then saw they were nearing the corner, and knew he had no choice but to engage the two tanks. He reached for the rocket launcher, then instead snatched up his bandoleer of grenades and threw them back to Sly. The thief caught them easily with his nimble fingers.
"Prime two of the blue ones!" he ordered, meaning the Covenant plasma grenades. "Throw them at the right tank as we pass between them! I'll handle the left one!"
The plan was daring, but he thought it would work. The tanks were still and waitng for the warthog to come around the corner, and were positioned on opposite sides of the street. There was just enough room between the tanks to slip the warthog through, but John knew that the topside machineguns would shred them if they passed. Only by using the grenades could they survive passing. The Chief threw another two pairs to Sly as well. He'd need them for the other two tanks.
Then, they rounded the corner, and the tanks fired. The Warthog shuddered as one shell smashed into the Warthog's forward armor, bouncing off but blasting a deep gouge in the front. The other missed the minigun and its raccoon gunner by inches.
If either the veteran raccoon thief or the hardened Spartan were shaken by the near brush with death, they didn't show it as the Chief accelerated.
The topside amchineguns on the two tanks began to open fire, but only until John readied his launcher and fired it one handed. A streak of fire chased the missile as it struck the tank on the left. The armored weapon exploded in a minature sun, the centuries-advanced explosive missile reducing the weapon to char and twisted metal. Then, they were beside the second tank, and a pair of glowing blue orbs flew out from the gunner's position. The Covenant grenades, using the strange technology of the alien army, stuck to the tank as they passed, and even as the gunner spun to track the escaping LRV, they exploded in a blue-white flash. The tank turret was melted instantly by the plasma, and the shells inside the vehicle detonated, blasting it apart.
Then, they wer ein the clear, but only for a moment, as the other two tanks rapidly closed. John saw one turn a corner a block ahead, rotating its barrel toward the Warthog. A second later the other tank rounded the nearest corner as well mere meters away.
Then the nearer tank exploded as the far vehicle fired. The shell punched into the turret and blew apart the armored vehicle's insides. John and Sly were at a loss for words, but the Chief did not swerve away from the other tank. A second later, as they drove past the apparently friendly tank, hi suspicions were confirmed by a shout from within the vehicle.
"SIEG PUMPKIN!"
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As a side note, if anyone wants or needs information on American or Russian firearms, a good weapons site for finding info on assault rifles, handguns, and such would be http://world.guns.ru/main-e.htm . Good site for finding weapons if you want. Just check under "Russia" or "USA" to see what guns each side could be using. Of course, this is just for the gun bunnies out there. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 6:54 pm Post subject: 4-4 |
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The Soviets had, perhaps unsurprisingly, chosen a former bank building for their headquarters in the city. The whole area was powerfully fortified - the windows were covered with iron bars, and a pair of sentinels with Russian-style fur hats and stern faces stood directly in front of the doorway, blocking all entry and exit.
"Alright - here's the deal, raccoon." The Chief reached into his armor and pulled out a small device with an antenna sticking out of it. "This device will record and transmit any data traveling through . All you have to do is sneak into there, find an important-looking computer system, and clip this onto one of the data lines. I'll take care of the rest. Got it?"
Suddenly a shot rang out of the darkness and ricocheted with a ping off the armored exterior of the Warthog.
"Damn - we've been spotted. I'm out of here... good luck."
Sly hopped down off the Warthog and faded into blackness as the Chief (with Asuka still in the passenger seat) faded into the distance, pursued by snow-muffled footsteps and occasional bursts of gunfire.
Sly crept over to the safety of an overturned mailbox and used the binocucom to analyze his surroundings. The building was secure indeed, without first-floor windows and thick iron bars over the fronts of the upper level windows. No pipes or drains to climb up, either.
But that wasn't going to stop a Cooper.
Taking a few more hurried glances around the area to be sure that the coast was clear, Sly dashed over to a ruined traffic light and, placing the cane in his mouth, quickly began to scale it, pulling himself with a powerful tug up to its top, where he stood on tiptoes high above the street. Grasping the cane in both hands, now, he crouched down and sprung towards the nearest barred window, swinging the hook of the cane forwards to grab hold of one of the bars, where he swung back and forth high above the ground a few times before launching himself again, from window to window until he was right on top of the front entrance. Carefully, he removed his hat and let it slowly drift to the ground. One of the soldiers, looking surprised as the hat drifted past him, bent over - just as Sly hit the trigger button with his cane and with a cracking noise the hat exploded, and the two of them went sprawling across the ground.
Sly froze, remaining motionless in his invisible crouching position above the ledge as angry shouts erupted from within the building and two fierce-looking guards came charging out the door, spotting their downed comrades. Briefly bending over the bodies, one of them gave an angry shout and two more burst out through the door. They exchanged a few words, and three of them went running of into the distance, leaving one soldier behind at the door. Sly grasped his cane in his hands and jumped of the ledge, swinging the cane vertically into the guard's head with a loud crack as he fell. Quietly, he slipped into the building and activated his invisibility - leaving the unconscious guard behind.
The commander had apparently erected this operation in a hurry: the bank lobby was a mess of equipment and machines - including, fortunately, a large number of computer terminals, set up along makeshift desks of plywood and sawhorses. Wires lay all over the place, connecting to a central hub along a thick cord leading to a power-generator vehicle and large radio transmitter antenna outside.
The raccoon crept over to the nearest computer terminal and hid under the makeshift desk Breaking his invisibility just enough to have a chance to examine his bag, he pulled out the Chief's transmitter device and reached above the table momentarily in order to clip it to the data wire.
Sly huddled under the desk again as a few more angry-looking soldiers burst into the room and after a quick examination continued out the main doorway. That much had been easy... but this operation was only beginning.
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R-vote to Bud.
R-vote to Lisa.
R-vote to Malak.
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A-votes: 4/5
R-votes: 0/5
WP: 24/24
JP: 24/24 _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blackness 3-1 3-2 3-3 3-4 3-5 3-6 3-7
Chapter 4: The Red Menace 4-1 4-2 4-3 4-4 4-5 4-6 4-7
Chapter 5: Trouble in Paradise 5-1 5-2 5-3 5-4 5-5 5-6 5-7 5-8 5-9 5-10
Chapter 6: The Jack of Diamonds 6-1 6-2 6-3 6-4 6-5 6-6 6-7
Current Location: Dungeon
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JSG died for your sins

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 1054 Location: everywhere
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 6:56 pm Post subject: |
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"So, this is where That Man is hiding out, then?" Nabeshin questioned as he looked upon the Empire State Building, painted red with the symbol of the Soviet Union on the top.
Ky looked at him, "I'm not sure 'hiding out' is the best term for it." He looked to the ground, holding his sword, the Thunder Seal, tightly in his hand. "Hiding from the public eye, maybe. But anyone who's anyone knows That Man is here." He tightened his grip, "or at least, underneath here, in his underground lair."
"Yes, I'm familiar with underground lairs. Villains tend to have them a lot. Well, shall we go?"
The two nodded, and they were off, entering the building so casually despite their appearance and total lack of anything that doesn't violate the dress code placed on the citizens. They walked straight to the elevator, Nabeshin pwnzing anyone attacking from the right, Ky pwnzing the attackers on the left, until they got to their destination and entered. Without saying a word, Ky pushed the elevator button below "basement", which happened to be "hell dimension".
Ding!
The elevator reached and the two stepped out, right onto what appeared to be an infinite space, where the floor looked like flowing lava, only it was solid, but looked like flowing liquid, but it was solid, but it didn't look like it. But it was. The sky was black and blue with clouds and lit by constant lightning. Before them stood three figures - a cloaked man, a horned man, and a horned... errr... hornY woman. Ky was the first to speak. "You... you're That Man! Are you the one that did this to the A-Country?"
He chucked, "why yes, I am indeed. Plan to stop me?"
Nabeshin was a bit surprised. "That voice... you.... You're... BIG JOE!"
That Man removed his hood, revealing the grandeur that was BIG JOE, and simply laughed. "Raven, I-No, would you take care of the blonde one for me? I have a score to settle with this man."
Ky raised his Thunderseal and ran into battle with his two foes, while Nabeshin ran behind him, leaping above his head and pulling a Thunderseal of his own from his afro before landing in front of Big Joe. _________________
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 171 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 7:24 pm Post subject: |
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"Sister, I'm sorry but it just has to be done."
"No! He was provoked, he didn't mean harm."
"The boy just killed three people! The townspeople are furious!"
"But..."
"Listen. I know he didn't mean to kill them. It's just that we can't have someone that dangerous around here. What would happen if more people were injured? He is an Alter, a monstrosity of nature in the human species' eyes. He is a weapon and nothing more! There is nothing I can do for him."
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"It will be done tommorow morning. I'm sorry."
Asuka turned from his spying post around the corner and began to weep silently. Drying his face, he ran out of the church and left the town for good.
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The warthog stopped. John mentioned a few things to Sly, then the racoon lept out of the car and ran stealthily into the heavily protected bank.
John turned to Asuka and began to say something before he was stopped by the purple-haired man, "Thanks for the ride." Saying nothing more, Asuka unbuckled and lept out of the passenger seat, running into the darkness of the night.
"He must have a lot on his mind," muttered John to nobody in particular as Asuka ran off.
Asuka stopped running after a short while.
This Alter of mine... I have been feared, respected, and hated by people for it. Everything I try to protect ends up dead. Asuka begagan laughing quietly. A monstrosity... that's what I am. A weapon? I'll show them the true meaning of a monstrous weapon! His laugh turned into a cackle, growing louder and louder.
A quite not-sane look on his face, Asuka flicked his wrist in the direction of a nearby five story building. The Eternity Eight glowed with an intense green light, and shot at the building at rapid speeds. Screams were heard in the building as the orbs raced in and out of it. Soon, the building collapsed upon itself, leaving nothing more than a pile of debris where it once stood.
"What the hell!?" exclaimed a man in soviet armor nearby, a circle of Soviets forming around Asuka. "Kill the freak!"
"Freak... I rather like that," whispered Asuka to himself.
-Screen pans out-
-Screams of pain are heard from the soldiers-
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Bing-o! Asuka is now insane. Well, at least for now. He is classified as extremely dangerous and quite unstable. He is likely to attack anyone that approaches him, so be prepared for a fight if you want interaction.
In the meantime... Asuka will be busy levelling Manhatten.
A-vote to Brahne,. _________________

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FnordFromAbove Isn't she cute?

Joined: 14 Apr 2004 Posts: 84 Location: Passing you...on the right
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 8:16 pm Post subject: |
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As John drove around in the Warthog waiting for Sly to do his spy stuff, a little blue go-kart zoomed by. It skidded to a stop about 20 feet ahead, then backed up next to the assault vehicle.
Master Chief looked down.
Toadette and Paratroopa looked up.
All of them grinned.
(Well, at least you could tell that two of them were grinning. But if you could see through John's helmet, he was. Honest. Anyway, I digress...)
This was the start of a beautiful friendship. At least, until the end of the round.
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Toadette is now advance scout for the Warthog, as well as a more maneuverable initial target for the Commie scum. Paratroopa is sitting at the controls of the Warthog-mounted minigun, eyes peeled. If he sees anything that looks remotely like an unfriendly target, he will fire. He has very good aim.
Use 'em as you like, Pep. Just don't get them killed or anything particularly silly like that.
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 57 Location: Cephiro
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Nova will be searching area 4 for the minigame. _________________
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Wayne Dark Knight of Vanda

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 436
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Martial Law 4-2 - Culex Hit Tank
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<"Sub-Colonel Podovnik?"> began a Russian Senior Sergeant, saluting, <"There's a disturbance in the first level of field HQ, Sir. Do you want me to notify the General?">
The Soviet Senior Officer looked up, expressing typical military boredom. <"What is the nature of this 'disturbance,' Sergeant?">
<"There was an explosion and an altercation on level 1. Cameras and the eyewitness provided a sketchy description of the assailant....">
<"That American who destroyed four guard towers?"> the Colonel interrupted, face dark, but his subordinate shook his head.
<"No, Sir. They seem to think it resembled a... raccoon. But none of the cameras got a look at his face; some sort of invis--">
Podovnik slammed his hand down hard on his desk. <"'Raccoon?!' Leave my office at once, Sergeant, and come back when you have something besides this silly American fable! Pfeh! Raccoon, indeed....">
<"S-sir, there was also an update on the tanks we lost conta--">
<"What did I just ask you to do, Sergeant?"> The Sub-Colonel's thick Russian accent carried deadly menace, and the younger man paled.
<"Yes, Sir. I'm leaving, Sir.">
The officer waited for him to leave, then shook his head, and sat back down at his desk. He idly pressed his remote control, and his old TV crackled to life, Yakov Smirnoff continuing in mid-punchline. The officer grinned darkly and leaned forward, folding his hands together. <"Heh heh. You're not so funny now, are you, you traitor! In Soviet America, joke laughs at you!">
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Chris's idea had paid off, and as Culex neared the Soviet field headquarters he'd found the attacks more and more common. One APC loaded with Russian assault troops had screamed past, spinning its tires to turn its back door to the Dark Knight, but as the soldiers began to spill out Culex had opened fire with his -Heavy Machine Gun-, and his incredible strength allowed him to direct it with deadly accuracy. As his right hand relaxed, lowering the weapon, he primed another high explosive mine he'd since picked up and tossed it into the back of the personnel carrier, just as it began to close its doors from the ill-fated attack. Seconds later a devastating explosion sent pieces of rubber and plastic mixed with jagged chunks of shrapnel in the streets, and the Dark Knight stalked past the burning wreckage.
There was a pair of guard towers just ahead of him now, and his glowing eyes could spot the machine gunner in each... although his keen eyes also noted that each had a backup soldier with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher... and Culex wasn't certain how much one damage one of those could actually do to him, but he didn't want to risk finding out.
The Vandan narrowed his eyes, picking his target. With a click he re-engaged his machine gun's automated magazine feed... and charged. He dashed toward the tower on the right, mentally summoning his Fire Crystal en route. He mentally directed it to the left as a hail of bullets ripped into the street around him, the crossfire from the combined weapon embrasures giving him no time to stop and return fire. Culex leaped sideways, bringing up his machine gun, and fired at the enemy gunner, but he ducked behind the emplacement's shield. His ally crouched down, aiming, then fired a small incendiary rocket at the Vandan... who with a quick gesture conjured his Wind Crystal and halted it in mid-flight with a sudden blast of lightning, and it pre-emptively exploded.
The Fire Crystal, due to virtue of its speed and small size, evaded the half-hearted fire from the tower on the left after they lost track of Culex. It began to glow as it made a beeline from the tower's base, flying brazenly into and then through the harmless-- to it, anyway-- blast from the incendiary rocket, and turned as it cleared all four legs. It discharged its stored heat in a laser-like red beam; a Mega Drain sliced through all four legs like paper and the tower collapsed, exploding into in a blazing inferno as the Fire Crystal's followup Flame Wall detonated the fragile ammunition the rocketeer had needed.
Culex made a giant leap upward, claws screaming against metal as he made a handhold on the prefabricated steel rooftop of the tower. With one rapid strike he drew back his free hand and jabbed into the ceiling, then peeled the top of it off, discarding the useless sheet of steel. Both Soviets inside looked up, weapons already pointing upward... and fired. The Dark Knight leaped across to the other side of the shack, nimbly balancing on the inch-thin bare wall, and flattened both soldiers with a evilly-grinning Dark Star.
The Vandan unsummoned his crystals and looked over at the guards' surveillance equipment. Glowing eyes absorbed the information rapidly... an unidentified assault vehicle engaged four Soviet T-84's... three registered as destroyed, with the fourth not responding... Culex nodded. Altercation at HQ... unresolved? Curious. Countless violations of Soviet Martial Law accords... unsurprising.
Culex leaped from the tower and to the street below, and took a moment to hesitate and think, a respite from the carnage; before continuing toward his objective. He had not rested for long before he heard the unmistakable rumble of another of those armored vehicles approaching... and he turned to face an approaching tank.
The Vandan realized that his weapons were not designed to handle an armored weapon of that scale, and he briefly considered retreat, until another thought came to him. He spun and charged toward the approaching tank, summoning the Water Crystal. He broke to the right, using the multiple buildings on the other side of the street as cover, and mentally guided the crystal to advance straight forward. The elemental crystal glowed from within and the air suddenly cooled, and for an instant a sudden snap-freeze enveloped the tank in ice. It vanished afterward, but the effect was immediate; the tank sputtered to a stop, and it was several seconds before Culex heard its engine and treads start again.
That alone was curious. In a hostile engagement, trained soldiers should have reacted much faster....
He ignored it for the moment and continued. He started to wonder why the tank had yet to open fire when it suddenly did; a massive shell erupting from the tank's 125mm cannon. Culex had been preparing to evade, however, and by dodging the worst of the blast, his own inherent toughness was enough to reduce the force of the attack, though he was still staggered; it had struck much more closely than he would've liked.
After a moment Culex resumed his charge, this time directing the Water Crystal to attack the tank itself. In a few seconds it formed gigantic, razor-sharp blades of ice, and its potent Diamond Saw flew toward the tank's barrel... and left little more than deep scratches on the metal. The Vandan's eyes darkened as he unsummoned the crystal; he knew that cold was less effective than most other elements for actually inflicting damage, but it had been worth a try.
Before the cannon could fire again Culex leaped upward, landing atop the tank itself. He reached for the hatch-- sealed shut, of course-- and, as it did not give immediately to his strength he relaxed his grip. He focused on his free left hand, and with a sound like quickly-freezing ice his fingers extended into long, wicked-looking claws. He tensed, and then his hand shot with blinding speed into the metal. With a squeal of crystal on metal-- he was getting used to the unsettling noise by now-- his claws found purchase and he tore an opening in the hatch. With his handhold he focused his strength again, and this time pried open an entrance to the tank; he only dimly noticed that it had since come to a stop.
He leaned down, levelling his heavy machine gun at the passengers-- who were, to his surprise, a young boy and girl, and a creature vaguely resembling the Kobold Lord Kurtulmak... except that it had vaguely goblinoid features. The three inside the tank looked at Culex, then at his gun, still levelled at them. A second passed.
"Aaaaaaah!" screamed Bud and Lisa.
"Aiieee I'm too pretty to die!" squealed Guri, diving behind a seat.
"This is not what I was expecting." muttered the Vandan, and he lowered his machine gun. "I apologize, Miss, Sir, um, Goblin."
"Y-yeah, don't mention it..." the boy managed.
"Sorry about shooting you." Lisa said matter-of-factly, slowly starting to recover from the abrupt shock.
"It wasn't my fault!" howled the goblin, still cowering.
"And that means..." began Culex.
"...yep, it was his fault." finished Lisa, and she grinned. "So do you want to come with us?"
"No, children, I think I should be on my own. I will do my best to ensure that no one else accidentally attacks you, however." he added, eyes shining a bit brighter.
Culex bid them farewell and used his elemental flame to weld his claw-holes shut, to better keep out the cold. Then he resumed his steady advance... to take the fight to the enemy, and challenge their finest warriors.
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Use of Double Slash :: A-vote to Lisa
A-vote to Bud (in-character votes ahoy)
R-vote to Sly Cooper
I do feel bad about using attack abilities, but that is what they're there for (not Drano'ing no-shows ), and people in the negatives are the threat right now. More damage coming (no, I'm not singling anyone out), although me being me I'd like it to be in-character, so.... |
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Dry Seeker of Power
Joined: 06 Nov 2003 Posts: 114 Location: Seeking Power
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Dareon has kindly allowed me to join this tournament as a sidekick. Thanks, Dareon.
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New York, New York, it's a helluva town...even in this skewed timeline, that holds true, though perhaps in a more literal meaning than the original writer conceived, what with the Soviet invasion and all.
Under the occupation, the entire top floor of the Chrysler Building had been renovated, converting it into posh living/working quarters for one man. He was a man of enormous importance...he was the man who had manipulated and orchestrated the fall of America, the man who now effectively ruled Soviet Amerika with an iron fist. His name was Geese Howard.
At the moment, he was practicing his martial arts, wearing his standard red hakama and white kimono jacket. He flowed from one move to another, his hakama snapping like gunpowder with the speed of his attacks as he sparred with shadows, his movements bearing a precision that could only be obtained through years of rigorous martial arts training. After a particularly complex and elaborate routine, Geese paused...and a moment later, he began his most powerful attack. His hands began to burn with blue light. Dropping to a crouch, he slammed his palms into the floor; around him, a Raging Storm of blue power erupted around him, ripping through the imaginary opponent he had been sparring against, filling the dimly lit dojo with eerie shadows...and then, the storm died down. Geese rose to his feet and smiled coldly; he was finished with this phase of his practice. Now it was time to play some DDR.
A moment later, a loud buzzing sound filled the room. Geese frowned and spoke aloud.
"What is it?"
The voice of Geese's righthand man, Billy Kane, came over the intercom.
"Boss, there's a Russian soldier here to see you. Claims it's urgent."
Geese frowned again; the Russians were not supposed to bother him while he was practicing unless it was a matter of direst importance.
"...send him in. Make sure he knows I will be most displeased if this is not important."
A moment later, the door opened. Billy entered first, wearing a stylish dark blue suit with a yellow and blue striped tie and a matching felt hat, a black staff in his right hand...behind him, a low ranking Russian soldier stepped in, clutching a manilla folder in both hands and looking rather terrified. Geese grinned menacingly at him.
"Now. What is so urgent? I was just about to start my DDR regimen, and I will be most displeased if you've delayed me for nothing."
The soldier's knees were literally knocking. His voice trembling, he stammered a response.
"Overlord Howard...I saw HIM! Terry Bogard!"
Geese looked confused for a moment, then his face darkened. Reading his impending doom in Geese's stormy expression, the soldier raised the folder in front his face and cowered.
"I have pictures!"
Billy grabbed the folder and started looking through it. Geese watched Billy's face go from contempt to confusion, to surprise, to outright shock. Frowning, Geese held out his hand.
"Let me see that, Billy."
Wordlessly, Billy handed the folder to Geese; as Geese began to look at the pictures contained within, his stormy expression was replaced by interest. They very clearly showed none other than Terry Bogard beating on a group of Russian soldiers.
"...interesting. Very well, you may leave. I'll authorize a bonus of two weeks' pay for you for bringing this to me, if it turns out to be valid."
"Th-thank you, Overlord Howard!"
"Now, get out of here. Billy, show him out, and turn up the lights on your way out."
The soldier turned and left, bowing all the way; Billy followed, a puzzled expression on his face. Billy turned a dial beside the door, increasing the brightness of the lights...as they left, the door shut behind them. Geese smiled coldly and walked around the room, looking at each statue in turn. The bronze statues, formerly hidden in the shadows, were more clearly visible now. Geese walked by each one, remembering the battles. Tung Fu Rue, the master of Geese's Hakkyoku Seiken style...but Geese surpassed him and killed him, and had his body bronzed. Now he was one of Geese's trophies, a monument to his own foolishness in opposing Geese. Next, Jeff Bogard, Geese's primary rival for the secrets of the Hakkyoku Seiken school. Tung Fu Rue had favored Jeff...and so Geese had simply killed him in a street fight. It had been a short, brutal fight, but Geese had prevailed. The next statue was Mr. Karate, alias Takuma Sakazaki. Takuma had been a thorn in Geese's side for ages; it had given him a great deal of glee to kill him. Next was Blue Mary, the bounty hunter. She was a formidible fighter, but 'formidible' was nowhere near enough against Geese. Andy Bogard and Mai Shiranui were next, a pair of annoyances that he had flattened while fighting the next statue in his collection. And at last, he came to the crown jewel of his collection...
"Terry Bogard."
Terry Bogard, who had been one of the strongest fighters Geese had ever met. The battle between Geese and Terry had been fierce; in the end, Geese had won by Atemi Naging Terry off the top of the Geese Tower, splattering him on the ground below. And now, somehow, Terry Bogard had come back...
"I'll see you soon, Terry Bogard. You cannot escape...wrong deth."
And with that, he turned and strode out of the room. Geese had preparations to make for his upcoming encounter with Terry... _________________ Luna
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It was, Keitaro decided as the group sallied forth, a lot like something out of The Dirty Dozen, except instead of Germans being the targets, it was Russians. The only thing was, there weren't a dozen of them, and the mission was even more mad. Naturally, that was exactly why Keitaro came along. For once, there was no way it could go any worse simply by him being there, it was bad enough already. Or so he thought.
The kids were an interesting group. As they traveled through myriad sewers, Keitaro talked to all of them. It was as much because he was curious to learn about them and what made them want to fight as to give him something to take his mind off the fact that he was in stinky sewers that weren't being maintained in the slightest since the Russians took over. A dozen daisies, it wasn't, but Keitaro had smelled worse, too. Unlike usual, though, Keitaro actually wondered if he was going to survive this adventure. He was thinking strange things after the talk with the Vanda, Culex... talking about some other Keitaro who was strong. He wanted to be that other Keitaro, and he had a feeling that this was something the other Keitaro would have done.
In all, there were seven resistance fighters, plus Keitaro made eight. six of the teenagers were American and one was a Canadian. Among them, all were either seventeen or eighteen years old. Five were young men and the rest young women. Their backgrounds, ethnicities, and reasons for fighting all were quite diverse. It was one more sign to Keitaro that he was doing something good, fighting for a cause that attracted such a variety of fighters.
He tracked down the Canadian boy first, Louis Lecroix, because he was most curious about why a Canadian was fighting with American resistance forces. Louis and his family were on vacation in New York City when the war with Russia began. Amidst the chaos, they were not able to return to their Toronto home, thanks to the invading Russian army, so they tried to tough it out. But then he was separated from his family when the Russians were raiding their hotel, and found his way into the Eagles, as they took to calling themselves at times. And he had not been able to find his family since that day. He feared the worst, but until the fighting was over, he had no way to find them, and the only way he could end the fighting was directly.
There was Jason Goldstein, son of bankers. Both of his parents embraced the Jewish stereotypes, and that included working on Wall Street. It was a good life, as they were able to afford to send both of their children to posh private parochial schools. It also meant that they were damn near ground zero when the first nukes started flying, with American financial institutions being one of the big first targets, before even military ones. He fought because there was no other way to live. His faith, once a cornerstone of his being, was shaken with the advent of what amounted to a third World War. Yet he still wore a yarmulka, a white one, now stained with blood, to remind himself of the past, and what might have been.
Another Goldstein was in the group, as well. Jason's sister was a twin, Jessica, and she also survived the initial bombardment, which left her with only her brother. She, too, went to upscale Jewish schools, something that kept her outside of the city when the initial chaos started, but she came looking for her parents, only to learn of their death. Circumstance drove her underground, not even with her brother, who she found weeks later. Though, the two had not left one another's side ever since. But unlike her brother, her faith in God was only stronger since the Russian invasion. She did not know why it was happening, but she knew that devotion to God would see her through, somehow (even if it meant she had to kill every Russian in New York.)
Flirting with death as they did on a daily basis, Keitaro was not surprised to see there was romance within the group, and that was how he came to speak to the kid called "Squints". He never told anybody his real name and they never asked. They just started calling him Squints because he couldn't see without his glasses, and he couldn't see perfect even with his glasses. He didn't talk much about the pre-Soviet period. He didn't have a New York accent, so he was probably a tourist like Louis, just an American one. Not that he talked much about anything. There was plenty of pain in his eyes, moreso than the rest of them. And it only lightened up around Jessica, for whatever reason. She seemed to return his awkward feelings.
Fernando Guerrero filled the role of the big, strong, not too bright person. It was hard for Keitaro to get many words out of him, not because he was reserved but because he spoke very little English. He was a recent immigrant to the USA when the fighting started. The rest of his family was funneled back to Mexico, where they came from, but Fernando stayed, having fallen in love with the USA in the brief time that he lived there.
The Asian girl who spoke at the hideout, Mariko Toshimitsu, was a tomboy in every sense of the word. Everything she did was trying to prove she could do anything as good as a man could. From an Asian family, she was expected to be the dainty flower, and for so many years of her life that was what she did. Yet like everyone else, her family was gone in the first wave, and lashing out finally at those constraints, she was trying to make up for lost time. The only weak point in this facade was her attraction to the ringleader, Tavon, which was well-known to everyone except for Tavon himself.
Tavon Hopewell was like Squints in that he never spoke of before the Soviets came. None of the rest of them had known him beforehand, but Keitaro realized that he was looking towards the future, unlike the rest of them who seemed to be trying to avenge the past. Like it or not, things were the way they were, that was his philosophy. Rather than whine about it, he wanted to do something about it. That certainly explained how he came to be the leader, on top of his trustworthy aura and personality. One way or another he'd saved the lives of the other six on multiple occasions, including when he met them all. The circle was always expanding, but they never knew when it might shrink, either.
None of them were saying that it was likely it would shrink on this mission, either.
They were joined at some point by one of Keitaro's fellow contestants, Batman, who merely indicated that he'd overheard the discussion and would do what he could to help. The Eagles recognized Batman immediately; apparently in their universe he was a fictional hero. His very appearance made them all seem more confident, like there was no way they could fail with Batman on their side.
As for the mission itself... it was operating on the Keep It Simple, Stupid principle. Normally this would have been a good thing for Keitaro, but the reason they were doing KISS is that they had absolutely no intelligence on the defenses around the bridge itself. In effect, they were going to pop out of the sewers, Squints was going to set off the diversionary bombs, and then they were going to move out, taking threats as they came, then assault and destroy the bridge.
So it boiled down to an assault on a heavily guarded position with unknown fortifications by a small, lightly-armed force of untrained fighters with little chance of success and a high probability of dying ignominiously in an alley or something. Right up Keitaro's alley, for the most part.
And the target was the George Washington Bridge.
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Using item Cure on self (Keitaro Urashima)
Stats:
Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
3/5 A-Votes
3/5 R-Votes
17/32 WP
11/20 JP
Items:
1 Cure
1 It's Happy Explosion Dynamite!
1 Magi-Water
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Switchblade Rock You!

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“Whoa, whoa, whoa… wait a minute.” Terry stopped in mid-stride and looked at Chris. “America is run by who?”
“Geese Howard,” the rebel said. “Some business tycoon who collaborated with the Russians. Used his prestige to undermine the government and turn their attention away until it was too late. At the same time he fed top-secret information to the enemy. As a result the Soviets made him the Marshal of the US, although he prefers the title ‘Overlord.’”
“Geese…” Terry clenched his fists tightly as he pictured his greatest enemy in a position of such power.
“He’s based out of the Chrysler Building. Penthouse office, of course.”
Terry looked up at the New York City skyline. From where he was on the streets he could just make out the towering spire of the Chrysler Building, its protruding eagle edifices just visible from behind another skyscraper.
“Sorry, Chris,” he said, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you on that supply run after all.” Handing Chris the empty tote bags he’d been carrying, Terry turned towards the Chrysler Building and started running. The rebel looked after him in confusion, but realizing that his own mission was more important, he turned back and led the other volunteers onwards.
Terry ran down the streets as fast as he could. The path was fairly clear. It seemed that some maniac had stolen a tank and gone on a joyride through the streets. Terry didn’t even encounter a single Soviet soldier until he was within a couple of blocks of his goal.
With the Chrysler Building looming ahead, Terry was suddenly brought to a stop by a security checkpoint. Three soldiers stood by the side of a small guard station, a heavy metal bar protruding from it effectively closed down the road to any traffic. The instant they saw Terry come into range they stepped forward, guns raised. One of them called out “Stop!” in a heavily accented voice, and Terry obeyed… for about three seconds.
Stopping dead in his tracks, Terry raise his fist high over his head before slamming it into the pavement. “Rock you!” A massive wave of energy shot forth from where Terry’s fist landed. Significantly larger than Terry’s usual Power Waves, this attack sped along the ground, crashing directly into one of the soldiers. Both that soldier and the one standing next to him went flying backwards, landing in crumpled heaps on the ground. Not allowing the remaining soldier the time to recover, Terry rushed forwards. “Power Charge!” Terry slammed his shoulder into the soldier’s chest, sending the unprepared trooper crashing into the traffic barrier.
With the three guards cleared, Terry jumped over the barrier and continued running towards the Chrysler Building. He didn’t encounter any other guards. He attributed this to the loud sound of explosions that could be heard several blocks away. “Heh,” he laughed, “Gotta remember to thank whichever one of the others stole that tank.”
Terry ran up to the Chrysler Building’s doors and pulled. They didn’t budge. Giving a heavy sigh, Terry stepped back and raised his fist, again bringing it down onto the ground. “Round Wave!” This time the energy blast was confined to directly in front of his fist, but it was much more concentrated. The doors flew backwards at the force of the impact. Terry allowed a smug smile to cross his face as he stepped into the building. Here’s hoping this place isn’t as bad as Aya said, he thought.
The ground floor was surprisingly abandoned. Fully expecting an ambush, Terry cautiously made his way towards the elevators. The floor had four elevator shafts readily accessible from the ground floor. As Terry approached the first of them, all four flew open. A small platoon of troops poured out, each one armed with a dangerous-looking cattle prod. At the very back of the group Terry could see Geese’s right-hand man, Billy Kane.
“Not sure what you’re doing here, Bogard,” Billy said, “But Geese wants you nice and tenderized before he sees you.”
Terry removed his backpack and set it on the floor. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his cap. “Tell you what, Billy,” he said, “I’m going to toss this up into the air. If you and any of your men are still standing when it lands, I’ll let you drag me upstairs to Geese and do whatever you want along the way. Deal?”
“I’d like to see you try, Bogard,” Billy said. “As memory serves, you weren’t that impressive last time we met.”
“And when was that?” Terry asked.
“1991.”
“Interesting,” Terry replied with a grin. Terry tossed his hat up into the air. Not even watching it ascend, he threw back his arms. “Are you okay? Bustaa WOLF!”
Twenty seconds later Terry’s hat came falling down. Reaching out, Terry easily grabbed it before it hit the floor. He folded it up again and stuck it back in his pocket. Stepping over the unconscious bodies, he walked over to the elevator and hit the up button. _________________
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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Hisame Shizumaru - 4:2
Good lord, Ameki, what are you doing?! Are you trying to get us killed??
If I may be blunt, the only things I've had to hunt for two years are wolves, birds, and rabbits. You, on the other hand, owing to your deliciously ironic profession, may slaughter all the demons you wish - is it not fitting, then, that I should be able to turn the blade towards a human?
If you turn a blade to anyone - especially the Muramasa - then you'll turn it to me, and me alone. Ai... I ought to lock you off for a month for this.
I'd make it absolutely worth your trouble not to.
From my experience, your 'trouble' ends up as 'pleasure'. I think I might enjoy the feeling with every step.
'Tcha...
Before him were the two warriors, Cyan and Nova - the former, retainer, loyal to a just cause and the vow to the innocent; the latter so like Shizumaru in a quest for redemption against the darkness in her past. Ameki's nicks sealed up quickly and he folded his wings back, seemingly inviting attack - but both the knight and the lady were fatigued from their earlier attempts to stop the demon, and Ameki knew it full well (he'd been the one to drain them so thoroughly, hadn't he? Being a demon was a lovely thing). One last cut hadn't sealed up, though, and he reached down with his finger to collect a swath of blood on the tip, licking it off, letting the finger fall slowly from his lip, trace down his throat, and stop above his heart. The cut sealed up as Nova watched in fear (Cyan had a bit more resolve), and Ameki's eyes, half-lidded, rose to meet hers.
"You know it too," his voice carried out, sending a spark of a shiver through the girl's spine. "You know the feeling - the feeling of release, after what has bound you for so long. Yours was simply evil... whereas mine happened to be as pure as light, which hurt all the more. Suteki da ne...? Isn't it wonderful...?"
"Don't compare yourself to the miss!" Cyan shouted at him - Nova flinched when she heard the retainer's voice, low and thundering, in comparison to Ameki's quiet, sensuous voice; one she'd nearly gotten lost in. It was familiar, too familiar; she'd heard it before, somewhere... and the eyes! How could a demon possess such gentle eyes? It seemed like it was the only part of its body which didn't belong to him - like it had been left over from something. Nova's mind was still confused, trying to fit together a puzzle which she had only a few pieces to - when again, something startled her out of her thoughts. Cyan had gathered up enough strength in him again to cast another spell, and from there, he cast it with one fist shooting up into the air -
Ameki closed his - if they were really his, they were really the only part of him that still belonged to Shizumaru - eyes, and spread out his wings, holding out his hands at a slight angle to the side right as the Bolt2 spell hit him dead-on. As the electricity shot through his body, he opened his eyes again, and a smile crept over his lips, as he stared straight at Cyan, absorbing all of the electricity from the thunderbolt - "That just simply won't work," he laughed.
"Demon - " Cyan's eyes flared, and he gripped his sword; Yuzurenai Negai, struggling to his feet. "Whatever you are... you are no match for my strength! I told you that I am your worst nightmare - even unconsciousness will not let you escape my grip. Give up your fight - you will find it utterly impossible to win!" Cyan rushed forward with the blade in his hands, swinging it across him to strike the demon on the side, but Ameki easily parried it with the Muramasa, and rushed forward himself, bending low as he folded his wings to gain more speed, and swung the Muramasa up from his right leg, knocking the Yuzurenai Negai away from his chest long enough for Ameki to properly attack. He didn't stab him with the blade, though; he only hit him square in the ribcage with the flat of the hilt, and as the knight had the air literally knocked out of him, Ameki grabbed him by the throat, holding him in the air firmly - but not threateningly.
"And you have it too, don't you?" Ameki peered into the retainer's eyes, looking into them inquisitively. "That same possession... in your mind, aren't they? You tell me that I'm your worst nightmare - but you're really speaking to that presence, yes? Do tell me I'm right; I like it when my mind's accurate," he smiled cheerfully, even as Cyan struggled against him. "I know I'm right - just tell me so and I'll let you down."
"I'll - not - concede," Cyan growled, desperately trying to pry Ameki's fingers off of his neck, but try as he might, the demon's fingers were locked in place. "Bastard - "
"No, no, not bastard, I technically do have a father," Ameki shook his head. "And a mother, but... in an odd sense of the word. There's no need to criticize what you know nothing about, human," his fingers tightened just slightly on Cyan's neck, but even the minute difference was enough for the knight to break out into another sweat. "Just say it. Tell me the truth and I'll let you down."
"Let him go!!" Ameki blinked suddenly, turning to the side, where Nova had screamed desperately for Cyan's release. With a shrug, Ameki let his fingers spread, and Cyan fell to the street ground roughly - letting the demon turn his eyes to Nova instead. Even though she'd prepared herself to attack, brandishing her twin blades, Nova found herself struck cold by the gentle eyes that she knew from somewhere - and knowing that the eyes belonged to the demon in some different way than a natural one, she found herself suddenly at a loss to fight straight away. "What are you? Why are you attacking everyone?!"
"From what I see, you could be asking yourself the very same questions," Ameki countered. "Why did you lend yourself to evil when the true desire of your heart was there inside you all along?"
"That's not your concern," Nova's grip on the twin blades tightened, and she took a wary step towards Ameki, who was looking at her rather depreciatively. "That's in the past - and I've been trying to look for repentance for the person I was. Someone like you could never understand such a desire, not even in your whole life! Don't you dare try and mock me when all that exists in your heart is bloodlust!"
"It's not necessary for you to be so mean," Ameki sighed. "I have emotions. I have compassion. I love someone, and in a far closer manner than you could ever hope to achieve. Tell me, girl, can humans possibly know what it's like to have the ecstacy of joining one soul together with another in not just love - but something that transcends it? Physically, mentally, spiritually - fusing into one, for a single instant, bending the laws of nature and all that seems right... can you say that you have honestly known such love?"
"I was part of someone else's soul once," Nova's anger was more than fueling her to fight once more, "and she was far better a person than you could ever hope to be. What kind of soul would ever love you? Who can love a demon?"
"One who has been forgiven for his sins, and forgiving hence of all the others."
Ameki's eyes turned to her once more, opening up a familiar expression of gentleness and tranquility, and suddenly the last piece of Nova's puzzle clicked into place, and she felt something hit her hard, in the heart - "... You can't be - Shizumaru?" she gasped, and then screamed, "You can't be him!!"
"Luckily for you, I'm not," Ameki sneered, and flipped around just in time to block a recovered Cyan's strike with the Yuzurenai Negai, bringing the sword across his chest quickly as the knight brought the sword down in an overhead strike. Nova watched fearfully, knowing that those eyes were not the demon's, and belonged instead to the samurai she'd observed with such grace and beauty - how could he have transformed into... into that? Cyan was still struggling against the demon, as Ameki deftly connected with one strike after the other of the Muramasa - first swinging the blade across to hit the Yuzurenai Negai, hitting the flat, then pushing the sword in forward to pierce into the knight's chest. Ameki wrenched the cursed sword out of Cyan's skin - though the retainer hadn't been hurt terribly much, and continued to attack.
The Yuzurenai Negai flashed through the air, carving a broad arc as it traveled, lighting up the ravaged city skyline - but when Cyan brought down the sword, it was blocked by one of Ameki's wings, which left the knight open for attack as the wing pushed his blade away. There could be a smile seen on the demon's face as he swooped down low, giving off a push from his broad wings to gain a rocket-like burst in speed, holding the Muramasa to his side, prepared to swing it up and hit the knight straight into the air - though Cyan Garamonde was not the retainer of Doma for no reason. He crouched down as the demon flew towards him, the Yuzurenai Negai at his waist - and when Ameki shot towards him, he bent his knee, taking the sword in hand, and slamming the blade into the demon's leg, bringing it up to connect to the wing, pulling it down across Ameki's chest and then back across his legs in a fourth strike. The eternal Sword Tech of the Garamonde line; the deadly Quadra Slam - and Ameki had been unfortunate enough to come on the receiving end of it.
Ameki was shot sprawling across the pavement a good distance away, rolling once or twice before kicking out his foot and gaining a hold on the ground - the cuts had been harsh, and while they were healing rapidly, sealing up in front of him, the fact that he'd even been hit by the blade wasn't something that he was proud of. Ameki folded his wings to prepare for a mad dash towards the knight, and as he had the Muramasa out at his side, he sheathed the blade, and suddenly shot like a bullet towards Cyan, who was holding the Yuzurenai Negai, preparing for whatever strike the demon might make - but what kind of assault was he planning with the blade sheathed, of all things? He got his answer immediately as Ameki approached him, and the next seconds passed far too quickly for the knight - but that was probably a good thing, the circumstance considered.
As Ameki had approached, he had twisted to the side in mid-air, and in the middle of the twist, had snatched the Muramasa from its sheath again - a technique devised by the second sensei of Shizumaru, Tachibana Ukyo, passed down to the young man and consequently the demon in his heart... Tsubame Gaeshi. It wasn't the normal version, though; seeing as how he had been using the Muramasa, it was really the Chigatana Gaeshi - but formalities were of little use in battle. Either way, the Muramasa came alive in a blaze of fire as it burst out of the sheath, slamming into the Yuzurenai Negai and torching the knight to a rather well-done status.
From there, Ameki cut down over his head towards the knight, who barely managed to hold his sword against the Muramasa. Ameki smirked and shot out his foot, landing a roundhouse to the knight's side, then sheathed the Muramasa once more, diving in and kicking off of the ground for a flip, landing the heel of his other foot into the crook of Cyan's neck. From there, he pushed off of the spot and whirled about with a push from his wings, delivering a straight kick to the knight's ribcage (exactly the spot where Ameki had hit the flat of the Muramasa's hilt to earlier), and from there, Cyan bent over double on his knees, coughing out blood, knowing that against a demon with the power of a god - he was in sore luck if he was ever to defeat him.
"You perhaps could be my worst nightmare," Ameki turned his head scornfully to the knight, "if I actually killed you and let you haunt me. For now, though, the sword here," he unsheathed the Muramasa, using the flat to lift up Cyan's chin - although the knight refused to face the demon - "only wishes for the taste of human blood. I have never needed such sustenance... but this sword's fate revolves around it completely. Shall I?" Ameki's wrist twisted, tauntingly threatening to turn the blade about and slice into the knight's skin -
"Don't do it!! Stop it - Shizumaru!!" Nova screamed, unable to stop herself from staying out any longer. "Please!!"
For a moment, Nova almost thought she was looking at the very one she'd screamed for through the solemn red eyes -
- but with a quick flash of the Muramasa across Cyan's cheek, she knew that the samurai she had known was gone.
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A-votes to Brahne, Sora, and Jason.
R-votes to Malak, Bud, and Lisa.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . Credo quia absurdum non credere. . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Kyo Little Faith

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A-Votes:
Brahne(chained)
Sora
R-Votes:
Malak
EDIT: Already voted Jason.
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 57 Location: Cephiro
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

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1 A-vote to Brahne, adding to the chain.
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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1 chained A-Vote to Brahne _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
I am your worst nightmare..."
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Coin Huh?

Joined: 07 Jul 2003 Posts: 482 Location: Gotham City
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These kids were just like the Jason Todd, the second Robin. Batman had known the boy well. He was determined, and brave to the point of stupidity. And he paid for it with his life.Just like the freedom fighters.
The kids were untrained in weaponry, neither were they physically tough enough for a covert mission such as this. However, they did have one thing : an unbelievable belief and dedication to their cause, and a determination to do as much as they can for it. For that, the Eagles could not be faulted. Batman had seen Keitaro in the previous rounds, and knew he could be an asset.
Their plan was as sound as it was simple. Though he was not the leader, the kids listened to Batman as if he was. Batman's mere presence boosted their morale, even though he spoke little. One of the kids, the one Batman assumed was their leader, led them though the dark winding alleys of New York city towards their target. Batman walked a short distance behind, listening as the youths talked among themselves. As were about to walk through another dark alleyway, Batman stopped them.
"Stop, something's not right..." Batman said, as he looked down the alley. The alley looked almost like any other alley, except that it was too clean, but at the same time messy. The ground was void of footsteps, yet it the rubbish looked like it had be pushed around. Something thing shone in the light, and Batman immediately knew what it was.
"Stand back!" Batman ordered, pulling out a mini batarag. Aiming it at the wire, Batman let it fly. A huge explosion erupted in the alley, but everyone was far away enough. Keitaro gave a sigh wiped his brow, knowing how close he had come to dying. Keitaro was now more grateful than ever for the man.
The bad news, however, was that the explosion attracted attention, and before long footsteps could be heard running down the alley, accompanied by shouts in russian.
"Run! I'll catch up with you all later. I'll take care of these soviets first." Batman said, moving to the middle of the alley. If Batman knew these kids, this was one order they wouldn't listen to. And as always, he was right.
"No. We're staying. We can help." their leader said, and the others nodded.
The soviets turned a corner, and the Eagles were within sight.
"Cover me!" Batman said, as he released his grappling hook. He shot upwards towards the building on the left, the soviets shooting rapidly at his bulletproof cape. The billowing cape was twice the size of Batman, and it hid his form well.
None of the bullets found their mark, and it was during this distraction that the Eagles opened fire. A few bullets found their targets, and two soviets fell. The attention of the soviets were diverted once again to the kids, and Batman landed in the midst of them. Batman knocked out one man with a right hook, and another with a backthrust. The third fell with a sharp side kick to the jaw. The Dark Knight lifted his other leg, swinging it in a 360 kick, knocking out yet another.
Bullets rained in from the back, but they bounced harmlessly off Batman's cape. Jumping high in the air, Batman did a somersault and came down on the shoulders of a soldier. Batman kicked the two soldiers on either side of him, his legs horizontal in a split. Still holding on to the shoulders of the soviet, Batman swung his legs again in a turning kick, and two more were down for the count. Turning the man around, Batman knocked out the final man with a left hook and followed it up with an uppercut.
"Lets go." Batman said, and started walking. All the kids were in awe, as they picked up the AK-47's that the russians were using, loading a few grenades into their pockets. In a few more moments, they were at the bridge. The bridge was heavily guarded, with a guard post in front of it. A huge gate blocked entry, and Batman saw dozens of soviets behind it.
"Set off the diversion." Batman whispered, and they did. Explosions could be heard in the distance, and about half of the russians left to check it out. But that still left about fifty soldiers guarding the bridge. And that was only one side.
"I'm going to open the gates and take out as many as I can, the rest of you storm in at the same time once the gates are open. I can't take them all down, and as a group we can do it." Batman said. Everyone nodded, and Batman left. Stealthily Batman crept towards the guard post, before running in at full speed.
The guard fired, but missed as the Dark Knight soon crashed into the guard post, knocking out the guard in seconds. Before any of the soviets could do a thing, Batman flung a flash grenade over the gate, and all 50 of the soviets were blinded.
Firing his grappling hook, Batman leapt over the wall and opened the gate, signaling the Eagles to enter. With a shout they charged in, firing their AK-47s at will. About ten of the blinded soviets fell, before they regained their sight and returned fire. _________________
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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Waiting until the coast was clear, Sly eventually left his hiding place and proceeded up the stairs to the fourth-floor office level of the bank building, following the thick auxiliary power cord that indicated that the place was being used by the occupying forces. A loud conversation seemed to be going on behind one door...
"Don't give me that. There was intruder in this building and he has not been found yet?! Get more security if you have to. This is embarrassment!"
"Of course, sir. But he appears to have fled..."
"Then find him outside! Bah..."
There was a pause. Sly nodded, and ducked out of the way into a small recess along the hallway, pressing his ear to the wall as he listened to the rest of the conversation.
"Never mind," the deep voice continued. "How goes the operation?"
"... The latest shipment has recently departed. However, comrade, I am not sure that Tatarov will be happy that we are selling without his permission the -"
"Don't tell me about what Tatarov thinks. Do you want in on this or do you want to join the other traitors out on the islands, hm?"
"I am at your side, sir... however, if we continue to forcibly take the people's possessions for sale-"
"Possessions... hmph. Communist America has no need for possessions."
Another pause. "Understood. However, we still must deal with the resistance movement."
"Resistance!" he said mockingly. "These... stupid Americans are easy to control. Crush their spirit and they will be whimpering dogs. Destroy every symbol - flags, billboards, anything reeking with the stench of capitalism. Give them Stalin's verses and have them recite a hundred times. And the leaders of this 'resistance'... capture them and shoot them in Square. It is easy."
"U...understood." The officer hesitated. "Wait... why are we talking in English?"
Yet another pause.
"Never mind that! You have your orders... good night!"
The door opened, and a tall, skinny man in military uniform walked out, clearly somewhat frustrated. As his footsteps echoed down the stairs, Sly carefully raised his head around the doorway to take a look inside. A rather portly man, who was obviously the field commander, tapped a small stack of papers on the table and put them down, before walking over to a nearby table to pick up a large bottle of vodka, pouring it into a shot glass and downing the entire thing in one swallow. He then followed left the room himself, slamming the door behind him.
Immediately Sly went into action, opening the desk looking for anything of value to the field commander. Gold watch, an elaborate letter opener, some sort of antique figurine... all of it he shoved into his bag. Everything else in the desk - files, briefings, miscellaneous items - Sly casually brought via the unhooked drawer over to the window (which at this height was, fortunately, without bars) and dumped it out, letting it all join the snowflakes in dropping to the street below. Next came another drawer... and another, and another. An ornate wooden clock hung from the wall - or at least it did until Sly stuffed it in its bag. Yes, this room would be emptied to the last...
Suddenly the door clicked and opened wide, and the commander stumbled in just as Sly was opening the window to dump the last drawer to the streets below.
"What.... what is this?" The tired-looking general looked over to the vodka bottle, sitting open on the table just in front of him. "Maybe I drink a little too much tonight..."
Sly grinned slightly. "Sly Cooper, raccoon master thief." Sly readied his cane and dropped to an offensive stance, waiting for the commander to make the first move.
The commander blinked a few times. "You know... actually, I think I not drink enough." He grabbed the vodka bottle and took a long swill... before passing out onto the floor.
Sly cocked his head one way, then the other.... then shrugged, and made his escape out the open window.
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Starlight Heal to Culex.
Starlight Heal to Keitaro.
Ransack region 8.
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A-votes: 4/5
R-votes: 0/5
WP: 24/24
JP: 10/24 _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blackness 3-1 3-2 3-3 3-4 3-5 3-6 3-7
Chapter 4: The Red Menace 4-1 4-2 4-3 4-4 4-5 4-6 4-7
Chapter 5: Trouble in Paradise 5-1 5-2 5-3 5-4 5-5 5-6 5-7 5-8 5-9 5-10
Chapter 6: The Jack of Diamonds 6-1 6-2 6-3 6-4 6-5 6-6 6-7
Current Location: Dungeon
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:38 pm Post subject: |
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Oh yeah. Cyan will be looking for stuff in region 12.  _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
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Dry Seeker of Power
Joined: 06 Nov 2003 Posts: 114 Location: Seeking Power
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:39 pm Post subject: |
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Geese's expression was one of profound surprise as he watched the Terry Bogard defeat Billy Kane AND a squad of Russian soldiers without breaking a sweat. Geese watched as Terry entered the elevator and selected the highest floor available as his destination. That gave Geese a little time; the top two floors of the Chrysler building couldn't be selected manually on the elevator.
Geese glanced back to lobby cameras just in time to see Billy Kane staggering back up to his feet. Billy's voice came through a small speaker mounted on the security console as he spoke.
"Ugh. He's gotten better. A lot better. His Burn Knuckle hurt back in '91, but nothing like that. I underestimated him..."
Geese thumbed the reply button and spoke over the intercom to the ground floor.
"Don't repeat that mistake. He's headed up to 75 right now; get up to 74, and while he's fighting the wrestlers, take the stairs up to 77 and wait with Ripper and Hopper and their men. And DON'T underestimate him again."
"Yes sir. I'm going now."
Still woozy from the beating Terry had heaped on him, Billy Kane headed for another elevator, snarling in frustration. Meanwhile, Terry was going through 75, looking for Geese, when suddenly, a very large and familiar looking man stepped out from behind a pillar. He was a heavily muscled man with a beer gut, wearing a blue costume decorated with yellow lightning bolts. He looked at Terry and grinned, stretching his massive frame...a series of loud pops erupted as he flexed.
"I AM RAIDEN!"
"Raiden...yeah, I remember you. I thought I was supposed to fight you before Billy, though."
Raiden grinned and assumed a pose. From behind another pillar, a very large, very hairy man stepped out, wearing a red cape and speedo. Stepping up beside Raiden, he spun around, threw his cape off, and assumed a similar pose.
"I...AM...RED SCYTHE!"
Raiden spun and pointed to the hairy man.
"ZANGIEF!"
The hairy man - Zangief - spun and pointed at Raiden.
"RAIDEN!"
Both twirled around in a pirouette.
"AND TOGETHER WE ARE...THE LIGHTNING CYCLONES!"
They struck a final pose, resulting in pink sparkles filling the air. Then Zangief flexed and growled, while Raiden pointed at Terry and spoke.
"You're DEAD MEAT. I'll DANCE ON YOUR GWAVE!" _________________ Luna
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